Shhhhh... don’t say it. [Click to embiggenate.]
(Sung to the tune of “I Whistle a Happy Tune”)
The elephant in the room
We dare not speak his name
For fear that he’ll run amok
It’s such a happy game all the same
The elephant in the room
Pretend that he isn’t there
You don’t want him running wild
And sitting in your chair everywhere
The result of this deception
Is very plain to tell
You know that he’s there
Because of his hair
And his pachydermous smell
The elephant in the room
He just might crush us all
Because he is so damn big
And we are very small (we’re so small)
[Apologies to Rodgers and Hammerstein]
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